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Friday, 1 April 2016

The Epic Saga of the Filo Trip: Came for the bad jokes, stayed for the photos

So – 2016 is happening huh? Holy shit do you know what that
means?!

We are going to have a third Captain America movie.And a third Star Trek movie. And we just had
the latest instalment of Star Wars as a glorious X-mas gift.

And what a gift...

What a time to be alive.But we've also lost a bevy of awesome people - seriously, was there a statute of limitations that we didn't know about with regards to the coolest music and film icons ever?

Nonetheless, I can only feel grateful even as I’m slightly
panicking that I have somehow gotten through 16 years of the new millennium and
still have no idea what the hell I’m doing.

And there’s so much to do!! So much to see!! So many places
to go!

I want to continue travelling of course and have recently
capped my travels of 2015 with a three week stay back home in the Philippines –
the beautiful, beautiful homeland.

Except for the times when it isn’t.

But you know what – I missed my family, I missed the weird
culture bubble that is Manila, I missed the godawful television.

That's right - she's advertising donuts - all harmless and so not sending out the wrong message regarding food advertised to young children

Really – why aren’t Ryzza Maye’s parents doing anything about
her health? She’s going to have stroke by 20, she’s so cute and talented and
this is how they’re encouraging her public image?!

I mean seriously....

Jesus.

Australia banned Fanta from using their cartoon mascots cause it was directly aimed at kids... and we get Ryzza making food commercials for everything ugh...

This should not be acceptable.Anywhere.

There’s so much unbelievable beauty and people to admire and
so much ingenuity in the Philippines and yet the level of greed and consumption
is such that it makes my brain explode. I could write a whole essay about it - and I wont because I'll get mad, and then you'll get mad, and being mad doesn't help - spreading the word can help, and making small changes can help and we can only do so much and then rely a little bit on hope.

But never mind! I still went and had a wonderful time and
loved it, and loved the gorgeous heat and even the humidity and oh boy the FOOD. Look at that - that's a rice bento covered in Uni, yes - sea urchin. GOD THAT STUFF IS EVERYWHERE!

But I wanted to get my dive on, and booked a trip to Coron,
Palawan for roughly a week.We stayed at
a dive resort called Chindonan Island where everything has to do with
diving.The place itself is simply
furnished but really well made.There would be
no electricity during the day and the only wifi spot was slow and there was no
phone reception.I couldn’t have asked
for anything better actually.

What a sight to fly into

The Island is surrounded by mangrove and has its own
springwater source, which means the water was gorgeous and
drinkable.It also made the surrounding
seawater less salty which was just the absolute best because I have always had
a gross tendency to swallow seawater when diving or snorkelling, or getting it
up my nose cause I fail at breathing or holding my breath while swimming and
goddamn saltwater stings.

There are people who wake up to this every day... goddamnit

Its also a bird sanctuary and waking up to the sound of
birdsong is one of the most beautiful things in the world.We also got woken up by geckos, which make
this adorable noise.We called them Tuko
is tagalog because that’s what the noise they make sounds like.They usually wake you up at 7am with a stream
of knocky tukoo, tuko, tukoo… and
then eventually it sounds like they run out of steam making their calls and
their tukooo gets stretched out until
you can tell they can’t be bothered anymore.

The diving here however, is phenomenal.The set of islands we were in are home to
numerous WW2 wrecks of some small and medium sized Japanese ships that were sunk
nearing the end of the war.Some wrecks
were so close to the surface you could see their coral encrusted bows just
skimming the surface of the unbelievably clear water.

I dove with Dive Master Nic, who, along with the mangers of
the result are Danish, which was so cool and funny.That these mega white and tall dudes were
showing me around my own country’s beautiful sites was mildly ironic but not
really all that unusual.

Nic was an excellent dive buddy and, typical of all the
divers I have ever met, easy going, relaxed and passionate about the sea, which
is all the things I love about diving company.

NOT DROWNING!

He’s also a mega nerd and we had some great conversations on
land during dinner about the latest sci fi books and their reflections on
current scientific progress and the comparisons of magic and science.My godmother, who tagged along with me and is
a pro diver and snorkeller herself sat bewildered between us as we bantered
back and forth about Game of Thrones and the Kingkiller Chronicles, which are
on my to read list (which is getting bigger).

But the diving – oh boy.I have mentioned that my motherland is beautiful haven’t I?

The view from my room

My godmother couldn’t dive with us as she had problems with
the cold (although, I dived in just my swimsuit because the water was a
glorious 29 degrees Celsius every day) and she needed a prescription mask,
which she didn’t have.But her photos of
me diving and her own snorkelling shots are phenomenal.

Look at that terrible flailing, can't even kick properly!

Basket coral

My own photos were, if I may say so myself, pretty damn good
too.I got some beautiful colours and
some clear shots with my cheap action camera which at least could handle up to
60 metres of depth.I even managed to
take one good shot of a seaslug although this one gorgeous shot of a Spanish dancer
nudibranch came out unfocused AUGH!!!

look at this adorable sea slug!!!

But that’s ok because I still managed to get some good
practice, on both using my camera underwater and learning to achieve a good
level of neutral buoyancy.I cut and
scratched and stung myself on nearly everything down there due to my messy
swimming style but eventually learned to be more still by the end of my
whopping 5 continuous dives over those few days.

I even did a night dive where I thought I was getting sick
at one point.I thought maybe I had not
been breathing properly and was getting compression sickness.It turned out that it was most likely
exhaustion from a 75 minute night dive and the accumulation of two other dives
before that.

Yey, I sort of did some hardcore diving!

My co divers were two very experienced Dutch divers who were
on a long holiday diving around the world.They had just been in the Caribbean and they showed me some glorious
videos of them diving with Manata Rays the size of cars.

One day, that’s going to be me too.

The little streak of green are actually the huge lips of a giant sea clam embedded in the coral

The place was supposed to be a sanctuary for seahorses,
although I did not get to see one.Nonetheless, I did get to see one of the most beautiful Jellyfish ever
and chased after the poor creature to get a good shot of him.You can tell that he looks mildly panicked as
I blundered after him to get a good shot.

ISN'T HE THE CUTEST!

I called him Leppy, cause he looked like he had leopard
spots.After a quick Google, it turns out
its called a Spotted Jelly (duh), Golden Medusa or Papuan Jellyfish.

After Chindonan we took our boat back to Coron town to spend
our last night.We ate at a phenomenal
and unusually authentic Italian restaurant and I had to get my phone fixed
cause it got exposed to water.The town
itself is basically a holding pen for tourists who need a place to sleep when
they’re not snorkelling or diving.We
didn’t end up going to the Coron Island sights like Barracuda Lake but I didn’t
mind because I know I’m going back for more soon.

The adorable lodge we stayed at on our last night.

I cried on the boat back to the town, I really didn’t want
to leave, the feeling of seaspray and the salty wind on my face was bliss and
at that point I didn’t know how I could live a life where I didn’t go island
hopping on boat and just eat fresh fruit and fish for my meals.Hell, I even learned to kayak (I row badly,
it turns out) and got some great workouts while I was there.

So, you can imagine it felt like a punch in the gut to land
back into the polluted morass that is Manila.

hahaha contrasty nonsense

Manila used to be a beautiful city.It was vibrant and the people were
exciting.Now it’s a bit of adump, filled with
pollution, constructions sites, and evidence of the blind capitalist greed that
has consumed the cultural psyche and, oh my god, the poverty is so prevalent
that it makes you hard and cynical. I can only hope that some of these constructions will improve things a bit.

But despite the poverty, the visual cues of seeing a beautiful city begin to rot from poor foresight, corruption and poverty, Manila is also home to some amazing things, like the enthusiasm of their X-mas decorations.

Seriously, how beautiful!

The one thing I love about Christmas in the Philippines is
the amount of effort people put in decorating, no expense is ever spared –
especially with lights.

Nonetheless, Manila is home, and its home because that's where my family is and god, I love them so much and the little house I have spent so much of my childhood in during southern summers and X-masses.

But away with Manila, shopping land extraordinaire and city
of paradoxes, and off we go to the mountains of Tagaytay, which is only a 40
minute drive away where we are building a new family home to move out to.Look at the view we can start waking up to!!!!

This is one of my favourite places in the whole wide
world.

Tagaytay is a mountain region built on the lip of an ancient
volcano which got flooded in thousands of years ago.And then, another little volcano, which is
still active grew out of the lake inside it.So essentially, it’s a volcano inside a volcano. And there’s no way you can ever get a bad shot
of the place.

We stayed at Taal Vista Lodge for a weekend away and spent
some time with the little bubbas at the Skyranch, which was a mountaintop fun
park that wasn’t all that bad, we enjoyed the rides (all of which you had to
pay for separately damnit!) and had some gorgeous walks in the hotel gardens
where there were butterflies following my hungover cousin (my theory is they
smelled the alcohol coming from him and thought he was food or something) and
gosh darn it, isn’t this the most beautiful view?

Then, it was back to Manila for fam-bam days and a nice
visit for an early X-mas party at the orphanages my aunty teaches English
at.The place is called The House of
Refuge and the kids are adorable and amazing as all hell.

The teeny one at the front in the green shirt is my adorable cousin.

The kids are sent to school and taught English to prepare
them mostly for adoption.The fact that
they already know English means its easier for overseas parents to adopt.Likewise, they’re given a full all-rounder
education and some of the kids are being eyed to join the regional and national
Wushu teams representing the Philippines.Oh, and so many of these kids are unbelievably bright.

We took my young nephew to Manila Ocean Park, which I’ve
visited before, there were two additional exhibits including a small ocean bird
exhibit where we got to hang around with a few sea kestrels who were actually
quite sweet and a damp touch the sealife experience with a largely pettable Leopard
Ray.

The animal seemed to enjoy the
physical contact with his handler and I got my little nephew to touch it, just
so he knew what it felt like.I find
those kinds of exhibits uncomfortable because of the possible stress you’re
putting the animal through, but in a country like the Philippines, where there
is so much desperate need for people to understand that these animals are
precious, its one of the few ways it helps (its not the best way, but baby
steps please).There were also some
sleepy nurse sharks that were just lumped on top of each other at the side of
the pool.

As always, my favourite exhibit is the Jelly fish room.I utterly adore jellies and even though we
entered the darkened exhibit with a gaggle of screaming children.I was determined to zen out with my floating
buddies.I imagined myself as floating
about with Ponyo and her friends under the coloured lights.

Aside from the sightseeing, naturally I did some insane
shopping in the insane malls of Manila.Filos are naturally inclined to be nerdy by nature and good god the Star
Wars hype over there was crazy.Everything
was Star Wars related, EVERYTHING.I
managed to get so much tastefully made and official Star Wars stuff that I
boggled as to why there was that weird copyright infringement by Black Milk
with their first Star Wars collection.If several Filipino labels can get licenses, you’d think that an
Australian label would find it as easy.Also, they had everything else licensed, if it wasn’t Star Wars, it was
Marvel or Giordano’s epic Voltes 5 collection (which was admittedly, rather
pricey).

Also – they had Cotton On there, and it was expensive.What. The. Hell?

My trip home was a balm to the soul.

And even though I genuinely think Manila is a hole, it is my
hole and I’ll love it the way I do. And I'll always have a love-hate relationship with Manila which is mostly a love and exasperation relation, more than hate.

My Aunty and Uncle who both live there gave me a simple explanation.People like to be patriotic
in the sense of being proud that Martin Nievera is good looking and 'talented',
or that Nicole Scherzinger of the Pussy Cat Dolls is half Filipina or that Apple
from the Black Eyed Peas is Filipino, but they don’t actually love their
country, not the kind of love where they're willing to give their all for it.For example - its a great marine wildlife park and all - and you definitely want to pull those tourists in and all - but for the love of god, if you're going to build a marine wildlife park in the bay, don't throw all your rubbish into the water.

Because repeated requests to not sit on the stairs means that you sit on the stairs...

I love the Philippines, I want to live there and just set up
a life there by the mountains where I can go diving and maybe tour people
around.Or create a turtle breeding
program and show locals and tourists what a perfect country that place is.

Its getting better, slowly.I worry that it would have lost too much by then.

I am Filipina too, this is my responsibility too and to be
honest – it daunting.I wouldn’t know
where to start.

But anyone who reads this – go visit the Philippines.Its heaven on earth (except where its not),
it will open your eyes to how beautiful the world can be when done right and
open your eyes to the things that need to be seen and known so that we can start making things right.

For now – look at the photos and marvel at the wonder of a
country built upon a coral reef, fertile with the tastiest produce and the most
serene mountains and the friendliest people.